Maeve
It couldn’t be.
Aaron bobbed his head at me, his curls falling over his face. “Maeve,” he said, his voice serious, nothing like the man I had met hours earlier. “You’re looking… well.”
I could see the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. I glared, which surprised him, one of his dark brows arching.
Ernest was standing between us, looking from one to other expectantly, a wide, almost deranged smile plastered on his face. “This is just great!”
“Fantastic,” I murmured, not breaking eye contact with Aaron. “You’re quite changed, Aaron.”
Something passed over his face at that, a look of concern? I couldn’t quite make it out.
“It’s been ten years, if I remember correctly.” He took a step forward, looking down at me through a fan of dark lashes. “I would hope I look different tha
